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Tin Monkey On A BikeWednesday, January 7, 2015. Waking Up Is Hard to Do. I dreamt about the boy of my dreams last night. We were in high school or at least back in that. Town, in my old neighborhood when a lot of the houses were still dirt plots. We were our actual ages though, 34 and thirty-something. I had just received an awful grade on a test at school. The lecture hall was enormous and unfamiliar but P- - and M- - were there and a few other people I knew. But all negativity drains away as my dream guy comes up behind me.
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